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I've been around the world, in so many different homes and trenches. First, I belonged to a German. His name was wierd, had to many vowels if you ask me. But of course, no asks the futbol. That's right, I'm a futbol. Or as you americans call me, a soccerball. After dumb name guy died, his friend took me. He also had to many vowels in his name, but his name sounded cooler. So now I've been with dumb name guy and cool name guy, so I think Russion guy came next. He killed cool name guy, shame really, and took me. I was with him for about... 3 months? He always was using me, like seriously dude, don't you have anything better to do? It's war for goodness sakes! You're supposed to be killing people, not futbols! Then he tried to get across no mans land during the day, wanted glory or something. He killed himself and 5 others, the dummy. Then I rested near him for another few weeks, until the Christmas truce. Then some guy picked me up and we played a soccer- sorry FUTBOL game. The germans won 2-1. Then I got put in the Germans trench again for a while, stuck with another soldier who had a dumb name. He didn't even use me, just put me in a box with all of the autographs, cigarettes, and letters he got from the truce. Then sure enough, he died and I got shipped away to his home. except they didn't like me so I went around to different towns for a while, until finally I ended up here. I'm laying on this girls shelf as she reads the letters aloud, the letters from when her dad was in the war. I've been with her for 3 years, and I've learned all of 20 letters by heart.
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